Hide and Seek

Quick run-down of the rules of hide and seek:

  1. A ’seeker’ is chosen through an agreed-upon method (e.g., ‘not it!’)
  2. The seeker goes to a designated spot, hides his or her eyes, and counts to some number. This must be a set number for an adult seeker, but can be totally random for a small child. No peeking is allowed from the seeker during the count!
  3. The ‘hiders’ hide during the counting process, picking places the seeker is not likely to find them.
  4. Finishing the count, the seeker tries to find the hiders.

There’s some other stuff about a ‘home base’, where a hider can make it back to without getting caught and not be ‘it’ for the next round, and probably hiding strategies for moving between places to avoid capture, but that’s all pretty advanced. Our version played here is much more focused on the hiding and finding process.

And peeking. Lots of peeking.

We played hide and seek as a family last night before the kids went to bed. ‘Not it’ wasn’t a well-understood choosing strategy, so Julia and I took turns picking who would be the seeker. Panda’s favorite hiding strategy was to pick a place, hide there, and then start announcing where she was, alternatively laughing and giving clues. Having no pride whatsoever, I hid in IB’s crib once, and I blatantly cheated by peeking at where Julia was hiding, which she found so funny she almost fell down laughing. It was a new low for me, but hey, I’m a cheater. It’s the truth about me.

My Dad called last week. He and my Mom are concerned about us, and he offered to help with our finances if we need it. I was floored. He and my Mom are enjoying their well-earned retirement, and I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he would be willing to help us at this point in our lives. I immediately swallowed my pride, and told him we would all be on the next flight with our stuff to move into their condo. He laughed (I think), and told me that it was financial help he had in mind, and something else about no way in Hell we were coming to live with them (my cell phone cut out during the last part, so I can’t quote directly).

  1. My parents don’t read my blog that I know of, so I’m going to copy and paste this next part into an email to them. Here’s our current status:
  2. I’m still sober. Although some parts of my life seem like they’ve been kicked in the head, my sobriety has not been one of them.
  3. I’m receiving unemployment while I actively look for a job. Leads have picked up in the last two weeks or so, but I haven’t found a position that matches my skills yet.
  4. We’re OK financially. We have some money in the bank — combined with unemployment payments and careful budgeting, we’ll be solvent for the next five or six months or so. Mom, I know I’ve joked about it, but this does not involve selling any of my organs on the black market.
  5. I’ve gone back to school at the University of Phoenix. I’m currently at 97.5% for my first class.
  6. Julia and I are making a go of our clothing business, and plan to attend our first flea market in two weeks.

Thanks, Dad, for your incredible offer to help us. I know it’s directly contrary to your philosophy of people standing on their own two feet. In fact, that’s how you raised me, to stand on my own feet and take responsiblity for myself and my family financially. We’re holding out for now, and I’m determined to restore my income, either by finding a job or through our business.